The wedding ceremony blurred very quickly of rituals and smiles. I stood beside Yash, the weight of the mangalsutra settling around my neck while my thighs remained slick with Raghav's cum.
Every step reminded me of the thick load he had pumped into me hours earlier. The lehenga clung to my skin, the kamarband pressing against my waist where his lips had lingered. Guests congratulated us, but all I could feel was the slow trickle between my legs and the faint taste of him still on my tongue.
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